My heart went down into my boots. Here I had made a play for a dinner
and got left. About a week after this I was doing a little job in the
laundry when I ran across the cook, and she said, "Young man, would you
like a little bite to eat?" I answered quickly, "Yes, thank you, Mrs.
Cunningham," just as sweet as anything. No more "cook" for mine. I'll
never call people by their occupation again as long as I live. I'd had
my lesson; but I had won out on my dinner too. A short time after she
asked me if I could read, and would I read the news to her while she was
peeling potatoes. I answered very sweetly, "Yes, Mrs. Cunningham," and I
got my supper.

I would see Irvine once in a while, and I was always ready to give up my
job, but he would say, "Stay six months, get a recommend, and then you
can get something better. Just let God take care of you, and you'll come
out away on top of the heap. God is going to use you in His work. Just
keep on trusting and don't get discouraged." He always had a word of
cheer, and I thank God that I did trust, and things came out better than
I even thought.

You readers who are just starting out in the Christian life, just let
God have His way. Don't think you know it all. Go right ahead, have a
little sand, and trust Him. He will never leave you, and you will have
the best in this life and in the life to come. It's an everlasting joy,
and isn't it worth working for, boys?


PRAYERS IN A LODGING-HOUSE

I remember, when I knelt down in 105 Bowery beside my cot to ask God's
blessing and guidance, how a laugh used to go around the dormitory.